After noticing the slightly disappointed look in Shiori’s eyes, Wan Mie glanced down at her own chest.
The almost washboard-flat expanse was barely any different from a man’s.
Perhaps this was one of the greatest regrets Wan Mie had after reincarnating.
“What’s wrong? Did my small chest offend you?”
“N-no, I didn’t mean your chest was small, really, I didn’t!”
Shiori hurriedly tried to explain, but the more she spoke, the worse it sounded.
The anger in Wan Mie’s heart gradually began to rise.
Her eye twitched slightly.
She reached out toward the void and shouted,
“Annihilation!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, a fist-sized Black Hole appeared in the small room, continuously absorbing the surrounding air.
Even the Sunlight streaming through the window was pulled in.
Wan Mie thrust her right hand into the Black Hole.
The next second, she pulled out a black-and-red Flintlock, pressing it coldly against Shiori’s forehead.
“I’ll allow you to reorganize your words.”
Gulp…
Shiori couldn’t help swallowing.
He had witnessed the power of Wan Mie’s Angel before.
Even a casual field couldn’t withstand it; both man and armor could be swallowed by the Black Hole.
Even though Efreet was sealed inside him, granting Phoenix-like regeneration, facing Wan Mie’s attack was utterly pointless.
After all, it could swallow a whole person directly—there was no chance for Resurrection at all.
He believed that if he misspoke by a single word, Wan Mie might pull the trigger and send him to meet God.
“Uh… well, Kanzaki Kotori has a really strong Medical Team. I’m sure they can solve Ayase-san’s problem. And I guarantee—it’s free!”
“Oh? There’s such a good thing?”
Wan Mie lowered the Flintlock.
She had to admit, Shiori’s words piqued her interest.
If something was free, why not take it?
And she was sure Shiori wasn’t lying—after all, with a gun to the head, lying was asking for death.
Besides, she also believed the Medical Team on Fraxinus must be top-notch.
She didn’t dare hope to become a 36D, but at least she wished for something more than this completely flat state.
“Shidou, deduct Wan Mie’s medical fee from your Allowance.”
No sooner had Wan Mie finished speaking than Kanzaki Kotori’s cold voice came through Shiori’s earpiece.
Hearing that it would come out of his Allowance, Shiori instantly panicked.
He quickly asked,
“Can’t this be reimbursed?”
“Do you think Ratatoskr is a Charity Organization? My Medical Team also needs to be paid. If every expense was reimbursed, Ratatoskr would’ve gone bankrupt long ago. Besides, you said it yourself.”
Ah, this…
Shiori couldn’t help regretting his earlier words.
But words spoken were like spilled water—impossible to take back.
Besides, with Wan Mie still holding the Angel, it wasn’t worth risking his life for a little Allowance.
“By the way, Kanzaki Kotori, what exactly happened last night?”
“The Tea Miku gave you had a problem. Fortunately, Wan Mie didn’t drink it. If Miku had discovered you were male, you probably wouldn’t have seen today’s Sunlight. In the end, it was Wan Mie who carried you and Shinomiya back. You must thank her properly.”
Kanzaki Kotori briefly explained what happened last night.
Only then did Shiori realize.
So the reason he fell asleep so suddenly last night was that cup of Red Tea!
Shiori turned, a little surprised, looking at Wan Mie.
Although his weight wasn’t particularly heavy, for a small girl like Wan Mie with thin arms and legs, it was impossible to carry him.
She must have struggled a lot last night.
Thinking of this, Shiori couldn’t help imagining Wan Mie carrying him with great difficulty into the Apartment.
Just thinking about it made him feel a bit touched.
“Ayase-san, thank you for last night.”
“So Kanzaki Kotori already told you.”
Wan Mie sat on the bed, crossing her legs.
“Don’t mind it. Actually, it wasn’t too much effort for me. But in the future, don’t randomly drink things from others.”
“Got it…”
Shiori nodded with a wry smile.
How could he have known that Miku would spike the Red Tea?
“Onee-chan, why is it so noisy…”
As the two talked, Shinomiya groggily climbed out of bed.
She wore pajamas with a rabbit pattern, her long blue hair spread across her shoulders, and combined with her drowsy state, she was impossibly cute.
Wan Mie resisted the urge to hug Shinomiya, smiling.
“You’re awake? Then go wash up. I’ll make breakfast soon.”
“Okay…”
Shinomiya replied softly, wobbling into the Washroom.
Wan Mie turned to Shiori and asked,
“Do you want to stay for breakfast?”
“I’ll just…”
Guuuu…
Shiori intended to refuse, but before he could finish, his stomach betrayed him with a loud growl, his face turning red with embarrassment.
Wan Mie chuckled.
“Alright, don’t be so reserved. I’ll make breakfast now—sit here for a while.”
With that, Wan Mie got up and headed for the Kitchen, starting to busy herself with clattering sounds.
In just about an hour, Wan Mie brought out three bowls of Century Egg and Pork Congee.
This was one of her favorite foods from her previous life.
She didn’t know why, but although she’d disliked the taste of Century Egg, once it was made into Century Egg and Pork Congee, it suddenly became delicious.
However, this only applied to Wan Mie.
Shiori stared at the dark pieces of Century Egg in the bowl, finding it hard to start.
The congee even emitted an unpleasant odor.
Was this really edible?
Or was Wan Mie still angry, so she served him a bowl of dark cuisine as punishment?
“Ayase-san, what kind of dish is this?”
“Century Egg and Pork Congee.”
Wan Mie picked up her bowl and took a sip.
“This is a dish from my Hometown—it’s delicious. If you don’t want it, there are some Instant Cup Noodles in the Kitchen.”
“Ayase-san’s Hometown?”
Wan Mie’s words stirred Shiori’s curiosity.
“What kind of place is your Hometown, Ayase-san?”
“My Hometown…”
Wan Mie recalled her previous life and where she lived.
Although it held no special meaning for her, it was indeed a pretty nice place.
“It was much more interesting than TengÅ« City, but I didn’t have time to experience many things, so I can’t tell you much.”
As Wan Mie remembered the bits and pieces of her past life, a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes.
She wondered how her parents reacted after hearing about her death.
But given their attitude toward her, maybe they even celebrated?
After all, with one useless son gone, they wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed anymore.
Seeing Wan Mie lost in thought, Shiori suddenly felt he’d asked the wrong question.
It was a long time before Wan Mie returned to herself.
She noticed Shiori’s bowl of congee was untouched and frowned.
“Are you eating or not? If not, I’ll give it to Shinomiya—she really likes it.”
“I… I’ll eat!”
Looking at the congee in the bowl, Shiori seemed to make up his mind, picked it up, and took a big sip.
He fell silent.
About ten seconds later, he managed to force out two words,
“Delicious!”